Title: Wardrobe Malfunction

Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Pryde/Wisdom

Rating: G

Prompt: 014 Green

He was wearing green. It seemed like a stupid thing to think about, but for some reason she couldn't seem to think of anything else at the moment.

For years, Pete had been nothing but a black and white photo to her. His closet was a mass of identical suits and ties, all waiting to be worn with little alteration or deviation. Except, of course, for his underwear. Those were always a strange and often perplexing mass of colour that she could neither predict or comprehend, but his suits never changed.

It was different now. He had outfits. His clothing coordinated and he wore it well. Even though logic and linear time indicated that he was older than he was the last time she'd seen him, the clothes de-aged him considerably. If Kitty hadn't known the monochrome version of Pete Wisdom, he might have been ridiculously attractive. However, under these circumstances, the clothing combined with those ridiculous, mod, silver-rimmed glasses just made her--

"Pryde? Something funny?"

She snapped her head up when she realized that Pete had stopped reviewing the schematic. Faiza, sitting next to her, had turned in her direction, too.

"No. Sorry." She turned her attention back to the mission outline.

"Right." Pete looked skeptical, but turned his attention back to the projection, and the meeting continued.

About ninety minutes later, the meeting broke up. Pete had dismissed everyone with a heartfelt "Everyone go do something somewhere other than here. I'll be in my office, and I'll see you all back here at 0800 tomorrow."

Pete picked up his jacket off of the back of his chair. It was grey. Not black, but grey. It went really well with his shirt. She tried not to laugh, but she could feel it coming. Before she knew it, she was collapsed on the table giggling like a loon.

When she finally managed to surface, she was confronted by Pete, leaning against the windowsill beside her chair and looking very bemused. "Can I help you, Pryde?"

"No." She shook her head, still fighting small tremors of laughter. She stood, slowly, putting her laptop into the carrying case.

"All right. Then, why don't you go and put on something that is not made of denim and I'll take you somewhere for dinner. Like a real dinner with tablecloths, and bread baskets, and everything." Pete was still looking at her as though she'd grown two heads, but he at least looked amused by it.

"Okay. That sounds good." Kitty was still slightly snickering as she left the room. "Oh, and by the way, Wisdom?"

"Yeah?"

"Nice shirt." She didn't even try to keep herself from laughing.